In which part of the year is your area setting new maximum temperatures?
In which year: HSV-record-max-temp-year?
Thanks to the NOAA NWS Huntsville website for this data.
Real question: is there a pattern in the data that we can do anything to change?
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When I was a kid in public school, competing with my peers for getting anointed by the class sage (i.e., the teacher), I discussed “grownup” issues with my friends.
Politics, business, healthcare, family finances, etc.
Yet, discussing is not the same as knowing, just like when I and a fellow Boy Scout, in our midteens, taught archery for a Cub Scout day camp one summer.
Wed overheard two Cub Scouts and a pre-Cub Scout (what they call Tiger Cub Scouts now) talk about a “birds and bees” discussion between parents and an older sibling of one of the Scouts.
They were so thrilled to use grownup words that few of them had heard before to describe sexual contact but had no idea what they meant.
As archery instructor, I chose to steer the boys’ conversation to the use of a bow and arrow, a practical conversation with immediate results.
They were too young to understand the words they used, except that the words had importance amongst their more knowledgeable siblings and must mean something.
Almost 40 years later, I ask myself when is a word or idea relegated (and regulated) to the “age appropriate” standard?
In the news lately have been revelations about sexual predators in the ranks of Boy Scout leaders.
I consider myself fortunate by comparison.
Our Cub/Boy/Explorer Scout leaders made any references to sexual activity off-limits.
To be sure, some Scouts would ask each other questions about girlfriends as they got older but there was never, for lack of a better word, any impropriety between leader and youth during my Scouting days, which included local (weekend campouts), regional (Boy Scout camp) and [inter]national (Jamboree) events.
In fact, my fellow camper at the National Scout Jamboree in 1977 was Robert Lincoln, a General Sessions Court Judge w/ Juvenile Court Jurisdiction, who cared for special needs children even when we were Boy Scouts, helping in the summer during the week devoted to special needs children at Camp Davy Crockett.
When I look around at the personalities of our seven billion members of our species, I know that no single form of upbringing is perfect for every personality.
Our genes have an influence upon us that become more and more apparent as DNA genome analysis becomes cheaper and more readily available, making us aware of our foetus’ future even decades later, let alone at birth.
Right now and up to the 6th of November, I’m going to keep hearing about appeals to get my vote for political candidates who make promises that we all know they can’t keep, but they influence my thought patterns with their empty promises, anyway, as I encounter mass media in daily activity, where political adverts, op-ed analysis columns and news stories are promoted.
Based on our genes, our upbringing and our subsequent, slightly-changing personalities as we get older, who are the “grownups” in the room during the rest of this election season or perennially, for that matter?
Who amongst us is wiser than the fungi growing on the dead tree limb outside the window in the chilly autumn air this morning?
Do we have enough information about adults in their socioeconomic roles to say that, like Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World,” we can look at their genes and determine how to assign newborns to training programs based solely on their DNA profiles?
Would I have known 25 years ago whether an adult person today would find this story about stadium-sized religious worship or this opinion about public “get out the vote” behaviour more interesting?
What about identifying sexual predators at birth? If we can accomplish that, and keep them away from healthy activities like Scouting, how do we make them viable members of society the rest of their lives, knowing their propensity for unacceptable/antisocial behaviour? What if parents were told with 99.999% accuracy that their child would be a psychopath or sociopath causing irreparable damage to the society they know and love? What decisions are they allowed to make then?
I’ll carry this thought to the next subject currently in the news: if government mandated abortion purely for socioeconomic purposes, would a person’s life finally only have a socioeconomic value that is quantified, bought and sold from conception?
Doctor: “I’m sorry, future parents, but we’ve already exceeded our limit of the socioeconomic quota for your subculture and its propensity for a specific religious preference. We have ordered a mandatory abortion for your foetus, effective immediately. Guards, take them away. Nurse, please place a sterilisation order for the couple to prevent any ‘unplanned’ pregnancies by them off the grid.”
Nurse: “Yes, doctor. Like our global economic leader proudly proclaims…”
Together: “‘We control the balance of power from conception to death by preserving the well-maintained path of our officially-designated pursuit of happiness.‘”
Next to moss-covered shingles, leaves, turning to mulch, humourlessly humus, swept off the sunroom, revealing another hole chewed through the eave…
Ladder, broom and water hose stored, I sit down with coffee-scented candle burning nearby, next to portable phone, smartphone, cup of Earl Grey tea and books:
1. The Seventeen Solutions, autographed by the author, Ralph Nader, with one word, “Act”
2. The biography of General of the Army, Douglas Macarthur, by S.L. Mayer
3. Fighting Ships of World Wars One and Two, by Crescent Books
An email encourages me to like Windows 8 on facebook and buy it for $39.99.
While pondering the future in my thoughts for next week’s stop action video, I shall step away from writing the internet pad and read.
In this post-nationalist, one-global-economy world, we still talk about the brand effects of nations.
We expect that powerful lasers will protect our ships and our borders, slicing bullets in half and cutting planes/drones/UAVs to pieces.
“Look out for the hazardous debris falling from the sky!” cried Chicken Little presciently, paraphrasing.
Speaking of borders, our crackpot scheming pseudoscientists devised a method to protect borders from tunnels — causing pinpoint earthquakes that unsettle the ground several hundred metres in any direction, shifting the soil around reinforced smuggling tunnels, hopefully collapsing them without knowing they’re there.
Are we ever in as much danger as we hear security companies try to sell us that we are?
What is the percentage chance that your home will be broken into?
Have you or anyone you know ever been robbed or mugged?
Has anything been stolen from you?
Have you stolen anything (including office material and work hours from your employer)?
As we create the next generation of our species, we take these questions into consideration.
Can we genetically encompass a moral compass?
What about a lack of fear of others?
It’s easy to create a new species of spider which has no moral compass.
Like we’ve discussed, “eat and/or be eaten” rules Earth, a moral compass unnecessary.
How much of a civil society do we need when our DNA is significantly modified to handle new offworld environments?
How does one carve a niche when one’s genetic code designates one’s predilected destiny?
How much education can we cram into our genes?
What is the ideal citizen in 2037, 25 years from now, not far from an imaginary moment in Unix history?
Adaptable, of course.
What else…?
Who is Felicia Day and why have I never heard of her before today?
Do you ever receive email messages that show someone has tried to use your website’s email system to send email?
Here is the second part of two unplanned blog entries about randomised messages on the Internet — who says computer don’t talk to us semicoherently? Can you imagine an off-Broadway minimalist play, “Waiting for G@dhelpme.plz,” where the players read these random messages to each other? Have they already done so?:
Hi. This is the qmail-send program at .
I’m afraid I wasn’t able to deliver your message to the following addresses.
This is a permanent error; I’ve given up. Sorry it didn’t work out.
<>:
Sorry, no mailbox here by that name. (#5.1.1)
The following message to <> was undeliverable.
The reason for the problem:
5.1.0 – Unknown address error 553-‘sorry, this recipient is in my badrecipientto list (#5.7.1)’
The following message to <> was undeliverable.
The reason for the problem:
5.1.0 – Unknown address error 550-‘Invalid recipient: <>’
Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently:
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Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 10:43:59 +0430
Subject: New invitation
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This is a permanent error; I’ve given up. Sorry it didn’t work out.
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Despite promises of spam filtering, my blog comments section is prefilled with spam.
Presented to you below for your reading pleasure is a compilation of random spam in the order I received the comments, which has a symmetry about it that I can hardly describe without laughing at the seriousness of it all, like recording snippets of conversation in a public place and expecting to figure out the mystery of life…
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This can be due to it is powerful odor.
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In domestic news lately, political candidates have, in the course of speaking, in the cause of getting elected, voiced personal opinions about rape.
Most of the time, men rape women.
Some of the time, women rape men.
But, for the sake of this blog entry, let us consider only the first case.
I have a personal stake in this discussion.
Quite possibly, I exist because my grandmother was raped by my biological grandfather.
Certainly, family lore says that my biological grandfather abused both my grandmother and my father before he abandoned them (or was forced to leave them).
Every day on this planet, without a doubt, a man forces himself upon a woman for sexual pleasure.
He may pay for the privilege or take his pleasure for free.
Men, for the most part, are physically stronger than women and rarely sexually engage a woman stronger than them.
I agree that rape is a terrible injustice for the raped as well as for the institute of marriage and against the joys of consensual sex.
But, in the eyes of an omniscient being (or Being), am I a gift of/to God because of rape?
Am I, instead, merely the lucky offspring of a man who was the unfortunate result of a rape?
I do not exist in the public eye as a celebrity who feels driven to share opinions constantly or an expert authority who must answer questions about the validity of abortion.
However, I have an opinion about myself.
I like me, for the most part.
I have enjoyed my life.
I can understand my father wanted nothing to do with his father and all but forbid me to contact his father’s family until after my father was dead and buried, especially if he was the result of a rape and subsequently abused physically/mentally.
It’s tough for me to believe my grandmother could have aborted my father if she was raped.
Being a staunch member of the main (Central) Baptist Church in her community, she probably never considered abortion, but I have no way of knowing her thoughts/opinions on the matter, other than through her general opinions/actions in relation to her Christian faith.
I only know I exist.
I like existing.
I suppose most of us do.
Those who were aborted or will be aborted never get to know if they do or do not like existing.
Those who choose abortion have made and make that decision for their offspring.
A mighty BIG decision I never have to make.
I exist.
I hope you like existing.
If you don’t like existing, I can understand why you wouldn’t want the fertilised egg in your womb to exist.
If you do like existing, I can’t understand why you wouldn’t want the fertilised egg in your womb to exist.
We exist and choose to accept the legal/moral/social/religious issues surrounding our decisions.
To say one wants the freedom to abort a fetus is as grave a desire as there is in this world, more important than any words that can be assembled together in one blog entry.
I can’t change the circumstances of my father’s conception but I’m just glad my grandmother didn’t abort my father, no matter whether she was raped or abused before/during/after sexual intercourse.
Have you ever sat down to write a story?
Any kind — fiction, tall tale, business case study, autobiography?
And, with the thinnest of plots, started writing, regardless of plausible outcome?
Or did you pause, chronicling the writing process itself for fun?
Friends of mine gave me a new device to play with.
Combining a modified through-the-wall radar unit, microfacial/skin movement detection webcam software routines, and a black box they won’t tell me what it contains, I can, while looking rather geeky wearing a fanny pack, walk down the street and read people’s thought processes, not just feel their “mirror” neurons firing in sync with mine.
But how do I know if the device works as my friends promised?
Easy!
Try it on myself, of course.
If I look at myself in the mirror, I am a woman about 5′, 8″ tall, 125 lbs, brunette hair and green eyes.
I have a great personality which makes my ordinary looks more appealing than the average bear.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. I am a woman bear with higher-than-normal intelligence, thanks to my “parents,” who programmed my genetic material to create a humanlike child in personality inside the figure of a brown bear.
Anyway, I set the device in front of me and let it read my thoughts.
According to the device, I am thinking about writing a short story, my back itches where I can barely reach it, there’s an almost imperceptible buzzing sound in my ears and I’m hungry.
But wait! That’s not all!
I can see the early sketches of the short story taking place, with snippets of previous conversations flowing through my thoughts, images both real and imagined merging into background scenes for characters studies I haven’t formulated yet.
Ah-ha! My right ear is buzzing much louder. My boyfriend wants my attention and, thanks to long-range wireless enhancement of my “love/sympathy/mirror” neuron network, he can get it.
Talk about fuzzy logic!
What is love if we don’t immediately respond when our loved ones really need us?
Oh well, gotta go. I’ll complete this short story another time. I need a good doorframe to scratch my back first!
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